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CARRLA VARGAS
SEGUNDA ESPADA ; GOD OF DUNES

I JOINED ON January 1970. I'VE MADE 79 POSTS. I AM A SEXY Female.

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arts and crafts [o] Jan 23, 2014 16:26:58 GMT -5

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Post by CARRLA VARGAS on Jan 23, 2014 16:26:58 GMT -5

CRASHING IN AND

breaking you to bits

The action was swift enough that it took a moment to realize the blade was there. When she looked down only with her eyes, her mind met confusion, unsure of when the sword arrived. From past experiences, she grudgingly knew this wasn't a sword she could compete with. Difficult to penetrate as her Hierro may have been, against a blade like this it would merely resemble butter. Swallowing pent up saliva, she acknowledged the need to exercise caution when such a blade was positioned right at her neck. What is the meaning of this?

When she listened to his words, there was wisdom within them; the wisdom was undeniable, which only served to provide fuel for her undying curiosity. This man was an enigma. From what she could tell, he seemed to know something that anyone could tell she was interested in, and perhaps that was the protective wedge between her well-being and being utterly decimated. Flecks of alarm entered her sanguine eyes as she felt her head lifted by the elevated blade.

There it was. He spoke of something she desired, but, as everything good had its respective shadow, this, too, seemed to have a price. Courtesy of her nature, regardless of what the price was she was sure she could fulfill it - but how could she make such an assumption without first hearing it?

"I certainly want to, Primera. As I said, such a desire is embedded in my very being," she wove her words, eyes appearing to be additionally mindful of the weapon at her throat.

"What is this price you speak of?"

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arts and crafts [o] Jan 23, 2014 20:41:54 GMT -5

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Post by NABILL GGODSENT on Jan 23, 2014 20:41:54 GMT -5

“Your faith,” Nabill said. “You as an espada are loyal to Luucio. This is expected. But he is not the only one you will be loyal too. Mayhem is powerful, but it is not the most dominant force of us espada. I will train you. Teach you. And in return, you will give me your body, your soul, and your mind for me to do as I see fit. Your kingdom will be yours, as will your people. Even that cat. But you . . .”

Nabill sheathed his zanpakutou. It was then that the Ocatava was like to feel the dampness on her cheek. Somehow he had slashed at her and sheathed his sword so quickly that the action didn’t even seem to have occurred. “. . . Will always know who your faith belongs too.”

With that, the Primera Espada turned and began to head back down towards the dune. A cold wind caught his kosode and tousled them gently.

“I do not expect you to give me your faith yet,” he started, “but if you resist me when we begin your training, I will kill and consume you with no questions asked, Carrla Vargas.”

Once the pair reached the foothills of the dunescape, Nabill turned his attention to Gato. The cat was playing in the sand. The Primera Espada’s eye twitched again, and he approached the fraccion.

“If I killed your master and you had the power to stand up to me, would you?” Nabill’s face gave away none of his intentions.

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arts and crafts [o] Jan 23, 2014 22:45:44 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2014 22:45:44 GMT -5

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A miniature portion of the landscape that bled into the gates of the accursed valley - that was what rested in the creature's upturned palm. It proved to be an avian beast sticking out of a circular base of, seemingly, solidified sand. How he had gotten it into such a state was anybody's guess. His slaphappy inspection of it led an eye towards the approaching man who seemed forever shrouded in a veil of premonition.

He - uh. He did not appear particularly tickled upon spotting his adorable self. The pose Gato assumed was the one that would persist, slackening only marginally to give him a friendly wave. "L-Lord Primera." It was the only words he would mange to squeeze in. In fact, it wasn't even a guarantee he would be able to get them out at all without interruption.

And then an unfeeling bullet of gelid lead ostensibly pierced whatever brand name of heart he possessed. A pulsating ache, a twinge amounting to a pungent flux of surprise and fear stormed the murky depths that was his bestial interior. To be posed such a question so abruptly. The only thing Gato could say in response with only but a moment of hesitation was. "U-uh?"

It was all he could prepare in that small fraction of time. He was not long realizing that, while painting his superior's visage over with a widened, obviously panicked and confused eye, that the Primera could not grow any more serious lest he implode upon himself. He most definitely, assuredly and absolutely wanted Gato to reply with something more than a senseless utterance...

...and it could not be even the least bit fabricated.

A gulp preceded the inept forgery of an ireful expression; but, not was it without clear anxiety. A struggle it was to even maintain it and it was ever so clear that his felid body was sweating something fierce. "Y-

You bet I would."

The figurative remnants of a loved one long-since passed: Carrla Vargas. That was where his true loyalty lied regardless of how it amounted to, at least, little more than a partial misplacement. He knew who he should truly be loyal, but he was not about to lie to himself.

Not about this.

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CARRLA VARGAS
SEGUNDA ESPADA ; GOD OF DUNES

I JOINED ON January 1970. I'VE MADE 79 POSTS. I AM A SEXY Female.

put on your war paint.

arts and crafts [o] Jan 25, 2014 1:02:41 GMT -5

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Post by CARRLA VARGAS on Jan 25, 2014 1:02:41 GMT -5

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This vulnerability, she mused inwardly, acknowledging the dampness before the pain, for the action had been swift enough to go under the nervous system's notice, is this the absolute true extent of my current power . . . ?

Several beads of sweat ran down her forehead, as her jaw continued to clench tightly. Her breathing had hastened, her mind registering the information she'd just been provided. The situation instilled strife into her thoughts. She was tense like a statue, as though the words froze her blood and sapped the strength from her being. The only thing mobile on her being had been the grey plume of smoke hovering above the end of her cigar.

My memories are vague, as her body warmed up, and she regained the capability of locomotion, she began thinking to herself as she followed the Primera Espada down the dune. Any moments of silence were eerie, eccentric even for her, the woman normally temperamentally disinclined to talk.

But, would it be so different from my roots? Exchanging everything, dignity, identity, belongings, all for that glorious chaos?

--“but if you resist me when we begin your training, I will kill and consume you with no questions asked, Carrla Vargas.”

The words continuously echoed in her mind.

"In life, I'd trade my soul for the beautiful things I desired, hardly different, if at all, from what I desire now as you know it," she started, words slowly articulated, "On that basis, I feel as though I'd be a fool to refuse."
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Her eyes focused on Gato as The Primera's question was delivered. Her expression wasn't telling. However, a vague amount of surprise lit up her eyes as she noted the authenticity of the answer. She placed her attention on a nearby patch of sand, the statement sending her into a period of thought.

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arts and crafts [o] Jan 25, 2014 18:33:43 GMT -5

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Post by NABILL GGODSENT on Jan 25, 2014 18:33:43 GMT -5

“I see,” Nabill said.

The Primera turned on his heel and began to walk away from the pair. There was a wind howling over the dunes, and a sandstorm was beginning to form. Listening to it, Nabill couldn’t help but think that it was pregnant with conspiracy. It brought back memories from fifty years ago when he first met him.

“Come to my lands in one week. Both of you.”

Nabill’s food came down and his body disappeared in an explosion of sound and sand.

-exit-

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arts and crafts [o] Jan 25, 2014 20:43:08 GMT -5

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He was... alive?

After the pair of words purposed to deliver unto him a confirmation of his understanding, Gato's expression found an opportunity to gradually relax as he started to walk away. A ceaseless moment had just concluded, ostensibly, and just what the Primera thought of his response it seemed he would never know.

It must have been fine. Gato would have surely been shown if he'd been delivered something unsatisfactory - at least he would have been shown something by the time a string of words were forged as a follow up.

A foreboding order. All Gato could do was release the faintest of a meaningless and infinitely brief stutter before turning his eye towards those of the adjacent Octava. It quickly snapped back with the sounding of an abrupt explosion, but nothing was left within the eruption's wake but a white noise both bestial and portentous.

Train him? That was his thought. Was there any way the likes of him could grow any stronger than he already was? In the meantime, the miniature sculpture sitting within the centre of his palm somehow managed to maintain its place; though, not even Gato had forgotten about that trivial piece.

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CARRLA VARGAS
SEGUNDA ESPADA ; GOD OF DUNES

I JOINED ON January 1970. I'VE MADE 79 POSTS. I AM A SEXY Female.

put on your war paint.

arts and crafts [o] Jan 27, 2014 20:26:25 GMT -5

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Post by CARRLA VARGAS on Jan 27, 2014 20:26:25 GMT -5

Carrla scoffed under her breath. She lifted her hand and brushed away the streak of blood trailing down her cheek. For something to be able to pierce her Hierro with such ease was almost, if not more, foreboding than the sheer speed that was demonstrated before the pair. It served to solidify her decision; if giving up her very soul was required to allow her power to flourish, so she wouldn't feel like such a disgrace in terms of power, then so be it. Dignity was another matter. Causing strife was priority.

"Take however long you need out here. I'll be at the castle." The albinistic Arrancar turned around on her heel and faced the direction she came from. Without further ado, and without providing any more words, she started to walk for several feet, before abruptly vanishing from sight.

(Exit)

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arts and crafts [o] Jan 27, 2014 20:46:17 GMT -5

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"Uh?" The utterance followed the Espada's response, but already had a handful of steps carried her away. "Oh, but I'm already don--" Those words fell upon deaf ears. Interruption befell him in the form of her abrupt disappearance. There was no point in continuing. She was already gone.

He held the piece of art up for him to see. After a moment of pondering, Gato decided to bring it with him. He pushed himself atop a pair a sturdy feet and with but the slightest hint of a shimmer, vanished as well.

*exit*

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